About Me

In twenty and six years, I’ve made a few wild choices.

Once, I wrote a letter to famed designer and artist James Victore. I had spent a few months idolizing his anti-bullshit approach to work, creativity, and life. At twenty years old, I drove out to Manhattan by myself on a weird vision quest. I visited his studio in Brooklyn, where he lit a fire under my ass. “Nobody is going to ask you to do anything,” he told me, explaining that initiative and a headstrong attitude are the building blocks of success and happiness. Those words are seared into my mind.

Twice, I chose to jump out of an airplane flying 13,500 feet above solid ground, placing all of my faith in a parachute and a tall stranger strapped to my back. What’s infrequently mentioned in skydiving stories is the complete silence and stillness that fills the air when the pilot cuts the engines of the plane. During my first jump, I was overwhelmed by the antigravity I felt in my stomach. For my second jump, I all but yanked my tandem instructor to the plane’s door. I scream laughed throughout the sixty seconds of free fall.

Once, I packed my life into a 17-foot moving truck and dropped anchor in Chicago. That choice gave way to scores of adventures, dozens of interviews, and more lessons learned than I could have ever imagined.

This page used to display a few paragraphs about my education and details of the very first years of my career.

It was boring.

I am not.

If you’re here reading this, it’s because you’ve either been pointed towards my personal website or you’ve stumbled across it. Either way, if you’ve reached the end of this bio, you should reach out to me. These words paint only part of my whole portrait and I love to talk.